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"Is it a good book?"

Garavon regarded the older male with the slightly frustrated but highly uncomfortable frown which seemed to be reserved for these situations. "It was a good book," he responded quietly. "Though I am having difficulty reading it now."

"I just thought you might like to look at something a little more interesting." Avornor's words were playful, and Garavon knew he was teasing. Mostly teasing. "Something more dynamic. Something certainly more handsome than a book! Unless of course you find books more attractive than myself," he continued with a laugh. He had folded his arms in his position atop his friend, feeling quite comfortable as he kept his most flirtatious grin fixed on Garavon.

"If you would not mind, I would like you to get off me." Saying the words was distinctly embarrassing, and Garavon could feel the slightest bit of warmth arising on his face.

"Not just yet." Avornor leaned even closer, his face mere inches away now. "I should like to study you a bit longer, as you like to study your books."

Final instalment! These babes belong to adventures-in-lotro, of course.

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The day had been long, and when Bearil's steps turned to home they were more than heavy. A large order of swords needed in a short amount of time had kept him busy at the forge from dawn until dusk; in fact, it had been such a large order that he had been forced to work on many himself, as he did not have enough workers available. While he was strong and accustomed to the work, he was not without limits, and he knew that perhaps he was not so strong as he used to be in his increasing age.

The house was silent when he arrived, and he thought to retrieve his pipe in an effort to relax before dinner. He walked slowly, and had only just picked up the pipe from a table when the familiar sound of feet pounding across the floor came from the direction of the entrance to the house.

It was mere moments before a pair of arms encircled his shoulders tightly, a small fair head pressing against his own darker one. "Father! Father, I missed you!" Faeneth cried happily, standing on her tiptoes in the enthusiasm of her greeting and hugging him tighter.

All sensation of weariness seeming to fall away, he lifted his hand to touch her arm, his voice warm and loving when he spoke. "I missed you as well, my dear."

More snuggly doodling! adventures-in-lotro's characters, Bearil and tiny Faeneth. 

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"Elves," she muttered to herself as an inappropriate grin crept onto her face, making those she passed wonder if she was possibly insane.

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"Your smile is warmer than the sun."

The words had slipped out before he could stop them. Turi's smile grew wider, and Harathir felt his cheeks warm as though in response. Was she laughing at him? Had it been that awful?

Shifting slightly, the dwarf woman continued to cradle his head on her lap and gaze down at him fondly. He cleared his throat and tried again.

"And.. and your hair is brighter than a midday beam of its light."

Even he cringed, his face flushing redder. No one would ever accuse him of being a poet!

Turi only smoothed her hand along the top of his head, her eyes full of tenderness. "My dear," she said with the same gentle smile, "Do go on."

Another snuggly picture! This time Harathir and Turi. Two more to go in the little series I had planned with adventures-in-lotro. :3

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The fire was burning low, but neither of them made a move to tend it. Some of the jewels she had polished that day were spread out on the fur nearby, and Faeneth reached over to pick one up without looking.

"Ah," she sighed, nestling back against Garavon and feeling his arm go around her. "This one is a ruby." Her tone was playful, as though suggesting he would not already know what it was.

"Mm." The sound seemed to come from deep in his throat, and she had learned he made it whenever he was extremely happy. He did, however, lean his head around and look at it before speaking. "Yes, that is correct, one of the four types of precious stones. The brighter red, the more--"

"Shh," Faeneth hushed him. She held it up and admired the fire's dying light shining through like golden shards. "It's pretty, isn't it?"

"Mm," was Garavon's reply as he brought his head back down to hers and pressed his cheek against her soft hair.

I had a powerful need to draw snuggles. I do suck at drawing feet though.

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Untitled story featuring Garavon and Avornor being pretty adorable best friends, inspired by kiffyplaysdnd, who is the best enabler. :3 also there's the barest amount of not-too-serious Garanor in it so shhhh

The song's final refrain rang loudly throughout the hall, a cheer rising from the singers soon after. Avornor was amongst them, though Garavon only sat in silence next to him at the table, keeping a close eye on his friend's movements and color. A slight flush had been creeping into Avornor's face with each successive drink, and he swayed a little in his chair. Garavon had only taken a taste of the wine at his friend's insistence, but Avornor had already drained two cups and was reaching for a third.

They were not quite of age, and so should not quite be in the warrior's hall as they celebrated a victory. Through patient cajoling, Avornor had managed to convince Garavon it would be alright. Garavon did not tell him that the reason he truly had come was because he knew the older elf would have gone with or without him, and it was better he had someone to look out for him.

"Do not drink any more," Garavon said firmly, moving the cup away despite Avornor's protests. "You have had too much already. If your father knew you had been drinking this, he would--"

"He would what?" Avornor laughed, forgetting about the drink when it came to teasing his friend. "What about your father, hmm? What do you expect he'd do?" His words were slurred but still comprehensible, a delighted grin sprawled across his face.

"I.. I only had a little." Garavon sat up straighter, looking dismayed. "Surely it was not enough to--"

"The fact is you drank it! Oh come now, don't make such a face. Neither of us will tell. No one has to know." Avornor got to his feet unsteadily, and Garavon sprang up to try supporting him. "Now, now. I do not need your help just yet. I can walk fine. But I suggest we do leave, before I am tempted to stay all night." Garavon looked skeptical, but followed him out the door and saw that he could indeed still walk without swaying too much.

The evening was thick and heavy, as Mirkwood nights tended to be. Near to the warrior's hall, however, the trees were not as dense and the light of the stars managed to peep through. Avornor stopped and gazed up at the sight for a moment before quite unexpectedly bursting into song.

"The night so cold and dark, But your eyes shine through like stars, Betwixt the trees we embark--"

Avornor had resumed walking as he sang, though much slower now. With a grin, he wrapped his arm around Garavon's waist and tugged the taller boy close against him. Garavon frowned heavily but allowed it, thinking it might keep Avornor steady and prevent him from stumbling. They made their way on toward home, Avornor resuming the song after a few moments, though he started on a completely different verse.

"My love with face so fair, Your footsteps bring forth flowers, All through this night we share, I would kiss you--"

The custom at this part of the song was to name the one you would like to kiss. The last time Avornor sang it he had named Gwenthel, and it had been a long time before Garavon forgave him for that. Anticipating this again, he turned a stormy expression toward his friend, but Avornor was laughing.

"I would not dare," he said reassuringly. "Besides, you would do just as well."

There was not even time for Garavon to be alarmed by these words before Avornor pulled him roughly down, his fingers wrapped in the front of the younger boy's tunic, and kissed him straight on the lips. It did not last long, certainly not long enough for Garavon to even think of pulling away. His friend smelled of the wine, though not unpleasantly so, and when he leaned back and laughed again, Garavon had a difficult time feeling upset. Avornor was drunk, after all. Nevertheless, it would be inappropriate not to scold him.

"Do not do that again," he said in what he hoped was a passably stern voice. "You should not have drank so much, or even at all. I ought to tell your father."

"Ahh, dear, lovely Garavon. You will not tell my father, or else you will tell your own, and then we can discuss our kiss with your beautiful sister. You've been just as naughty as I have. Do calm yourself, and mind your step here, the undergrowth is ever so tangled."

Just like that, as though nothing had happened, Avornor had moved them on again and they were continuing home. Garavon sighed, knowing he would not speak of this night to anyone after all. Reluctantly he put his own arm around Avornor and helped him through the thick vegetation, listening to his friend hum the chorus to the song all the way through.

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Lindir + true beauty

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I changed my url back, mostly because I didn't really like the newer name, but also because I'm probably not doing the costume thing for now. Too expensive.

So yeah.. pointless post to say something pointless. *waves*

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i really like the idea of a fantasy setting but in modern times. elves on smart phones and taking pictures for their instagram. dwarves getting into console wars and calling each other casual gamers. mages casting dangerous spells for the vine. i want it.

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Character development is extremely important when it comes to storytelling. If your audience doesn’t feel for your character in some way, even if they’re not necessarily a good person, your story will fall flat. As the audience, we need to understand what a character...

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The rings of Dark Souls    ▷ Requested by anonymous.

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Hello~ I made this to keep my characters organized, and I thought of publishing this empty form for anyone interested. Feel free to add/remove anything to fit your needs.

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I've recently recollected that I technically have an OC from before LOTRO: One of my Phantasy Star Online characters. While he was very, very heavily based on Flea from Chrono Trigger (hell, I named him "Flea" :p), he really was a character in his own right.

I could see him in his own setting, kind of a futuristic/alternate galaxy type thing, with spaceships and all that stuff. I can also picture what he looks like visually, though I wish I could draw it. I think he would still have pink hair, or possibly white, can't picture it in anything other than a braid, though it would be much bigger than before. He would belong to a race of shapeshifters, and his preferred form is that of an attractive human female, though he is incredibly vain and proud of what he is and keeps his ear tips pointed in the way of his natural form. Lots of jewelry, probably, dresses all in white and you'd better not mess it up. :p He's entirely egotistical, self-centered, petty, puts a lot of worth on possessions and money, and seems to exist solely to have an enjoyable time as well as to chase men (yeah.. he's gay.. really, really gay.. I'm sorry :p).

I don't know if this sounds any fun, but I think I would like to actually develop him further, set up his world a bit, what have you. He also needs a new name. Personally I rather like him, bad as he is. :B

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The anxious look on Garavon's face could not be ignored.

"It's alright, it really is," Faeneth assured him, handing him the wire whisk. "All you have to do is stir it. I promise you can do it."

She had to smile to herself, watching him hesitantly begin to mix together the dry ingredients for the cookies she was showing him how to bake. It would not have been his first choice for something to learn how to do with food, but Faeneth had wanted cookies and she had managed to convince him it was good practice.

While he continued stirring, she began combining the wet ingredients into their own bowl, eggs and butter and vanilla, and soon she was prepared to add in the mixture Garavon was preparing. Except he did not seem done. "Here, let me show you." She took the whisk and stirred more briskly, shaking her head. "You're too careful about it. I swear you won't mess it up. Just use more energy."

He didn't say anything, but watched her intently, as though she was teaching him some difficult-to-learn secret. "A little at a time," she said to him, pouring a little of the dry ingredients into the wet and mixing as she went. Grabbing the chocolate chips, she added them next, feeling a sly grin growing across her face. "Check the oven, will you? I think we turned it on early enough.."

While he was doing this, Faeneth snuck a bit of dough and ate it, even though she probably should not. By the time he came back and said the oven temperature was fine, she wore an innocent smile again. "Now, take about this much," she said, illustrating a spoonful of dough and placing it on the baking sheet. He even hesitated doing this, and placed the unbaked cookies far too close together; she soon sorted him out and managed to get them into the oven.

As she was setting the timer, she felt his arms come around her from behind. "I couldn't do this without you," he said in a low tone, bending down to kiss the tip of her ear. Faeneth sighed, though it was full of fondness rather than exasperation.

"Of course you could." She turned and looked up at him, putting her own arms around his waist. "It's easy. You need to be more confident." She went up on tiptoes to make him kiss her lips, tender and slow, the way she loved the most. There was no one else in the room, or this would not be happening at all. These were her favorite moments, when they were alone and openly affectionate with each other.

It confused her to see him frown after their lips parted, until he spoke. "You've been eating the dough, haven't you." The disapproval in his voice was quite evident, even though his eyes were full of amusement.

"Someone has to," she laughed. "I knew it wouldn't be you."

Shipper Saturday

One person in your ship teaching the other person something for the very first time.

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Oh my god. Faeneth?

Here's the short answer: No.

Character Question of the Day: If your character was asked to sit relatively still and completely silent for an extended period of time (say 30 minutes), would they be able to do so? How would they keep themself entertained?

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Woodland Bridal Bouquet

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I’m sure a lot of people think being obsessed with anything you do or have in your life is unhealthy. However, being a writer requires a little bit of obsession…maybe a lot of obsession. The best way to stay motivated is constantly dwell about your story or ideas. You...